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Duke  University  Libraries 

The  Georgia  vol 
Conf  Pam  12mo  #805 


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1.      r  leave  my  home  and  thee,  dear. 

Willi  Borrow  at  ray  heart. 
It  is  my  country's  call,  dear. 

To  aid  her  I  depart ; 
And  on  the  blood-red  battle  plain 

We'll  conquer  or  we'll  die  : 
'Tis  for  our  honor  and  our  name, 

We  raise  the  battle  cry. 
Then  weep  not,  dearest,  weep  not, 

If  in  her  cause  I  fall, 
0  weep  not,  dearest,  weep  not, 

It  is  my  country's  call. 

2.     And  yet  my  heart  is  sore,  love 
To  see  thee  weeping  thus 
But  mark  me  there's  no  fear.  love. 

For  in  Heaven  is  our  trust ; 
And  if  the  heavy,  drooping  tear 

Swells  in  my  mournful  eye, 
It  is  that  Northmen  of  our  land 
Should  cause  the  battle  cry. 
Then  weep  not,  dearest,  &c. 

8.      Our  rights  have  been  usurped,  dear, 
By  Northmen  of  our  land. 
Fanatics  raised  the  cry,  dear, 
Politicians  fired  the  brand. 
The  Southrons  spurn  the  galling  yoke. 

The  tyrants  threat's  defy, 
They  find  we've  sons  like  sturdy  oak 
To  raise  our  battle-cry. 
Then  weep  not  dearest  fye. 

4.      I  knew  you'd  let  me  go  love, 

I  saw  it  iu  that  tear, 

To  join  the  gallant  men,  love 

Who  never  yet  knew  fear. 

With  Beauregard  and  Davis 

We'll  gain  our  cause  or  die, 
Win  battles  like  Manassas 
And  raise  our  battle-cry. 
Then  weep  not,  dearest  &c. 

J.  Green,  PriDter,  Savannah,  Ga. 


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